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The Throne. - 4/24/2012 4:11:15 PM

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Stephen woke late, stretching in the early afternoon sun as he lay spread across the bed. The chain still ran to the holding collar that he had slept in the night before around his neck, and he felt himself becoming aroused anew at the thought of being helpless here in the bed, serving his Lady's pleasure, but she wasn't here - she had left yesterday on a short trip with the supply wagons going to the Chateau. The collar had been his own fantasy of submission, and he would need to remove it from the bed before Evie returned home. He rose and unlocked the collar, heading towards the playroom and Evie's new playtoy.

Opening the door he could see it, a throne-like structure bolted to the floor of the playroom, which was just off of the open bedroom and behind a thick oak door. Their apartments were in a rich part of town, but even so over thirty apartment suites were available in this building, and they were all tenanted. The throne featured a long bench behind it, and a hinged seat that swung upwards and latched with hasps. He lifted the throne seat, exposing the padded hole cut out in it for a slave's face to fit perfectly for hours of oral servitude and spilling light into the darkened interior of the base, where padded supports and braces ensured that a slave would be unable to do more than wiggle his or her head once they were inside.

Aroused still, he gingerly lay down on the bench, resting his head into the padded supports and lowered the seat over his face. He did not engage the latches but lay there for a few minutes, breathing heavily as his face was gripped tightly by the padded sides of the hole. Reaching down between his legs he took his hardened cock in hand and stroked it madly, edging himself, careful not to orgasm. He wanted to savor the arousal and concentrated on keeping himself at a fever pitch. When he felt himself nearing climax he stopped masturbating with some difficulty and placed his hands in the manacles on each side of the throne, letting them slide loosely over his wrists. They were strange, made of a cool, flexible material-covered steel mesh like a watch band, but the inside of them seemed to be made of copper.

Sliding one hand out he put the latches in place and tried to move his head. It didn't move - the chairseat was a perfect fit, tight and completely restrictive. He replaced his hand in the cool metal loop and imagined being trapped there for real, held helplessly for the oral pleasure of whatever woman were to sit down.... he felt the cool metal loops warm slowly against his flesh, and he continued on with his fantasy, imagining what it would be like to have to service any and all women who chose to sit down on his face. So deep was he that he completely missed to gentle whirring of gears inside the box, their noise hidden behind the thick padding supporting his head. He also did not realize that the metal loops had begun to slowly draw tight until they were pressing against his wrists. Startled then out of his aroused imaginings he pulled hard against the loops with a cry of disbelief and surprise escaping his lips. He pulled desperately at the manacles and realizing his wrists were trapped, he tried to lift the throne, but remembered that he had engaged the latches. Violently then he struggled, trying frantically to escape, but five minutes later he was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and no more free than before.

As he lay there deciding what to do he was startled violently by Evie's voice suddenly speaking to him from inside the box! Quickly he realized it was coming from an speaker hidden inside the padding, and Evie's tones were low, seductive, and predatory. "Well, well, well. You've been a naughty boy, I see. Playing with things you shouldn't and you've been caught. You're going to stay right there until I find you - you'd better hope I won't be gone long - maybe I'm away to buy a slave or two, and when I get back there will be an extra one to collar and brand. You'd better resign yourself to becoming my slave now, because there is no way out of that chair until I let you go." The voice paused, and Stephen could tell it was a recorded message. "You're aroused by this, aren't you? I'll bet your cock is hard and throbbing, isn't it?" Stephen blushed madly at this, for it was true.

"You're aroused to no end thinking about my pussy on your face, making you pleasure me, grinding onto you, making you lick me over and over to orgasm, aren't you? I know you are. I know that cock of yours is harder than its ever been thinking of being my slave, under my pussy. I suggest you orgasm if you can, because when I get there that cock is going inside a chastity belt. Your tongue is your new cock now, and you're going to become very well acquainted with my throne and my pussy, aren't you slave?" Stephen moaned madly, humping into the air in a frantic effort to climax, but was unable to do so. Evie's voice fell silent, letting him once more concentrate on trying to escape, but he wore himself out eventually and dozed off.

Sometime later he awoke, certain that he had heard knocking at the front door, but if anyone had been there they were gone now. He wondered if he should call out in an effort to elicit help, maybe he could get free in the confusion should he be found by a neighbor, but he knew such a thing would quickly become the talk of the building and Evie would find out anyway. He began to doze off again, but Evie's voice returned, arousing him again as she continued describing how she intended to subjugate him, and to his mortification his cock grew hard as she spared no detail of his soon to be new life as her slave.

Hours had passed, and he was on his fourth cycle of being teased and tormented by Evie's voice, when he again heard the knocking at the door. Instantly he froze out of reaction, but the knocking continued for a few minutes and then stopped. He listened carefully for a few minutes, waiting to see if the knocking would be repeated, but when ten minutes had went by he breathed a sigh of relief, once again being aroused by Evie's voice when he distinctly heard a key in the lock. Ice ran up his spine, and his stomach seemed to bottom out - Evie was back, and this was it - he was about to be discovered and enslaved, probably heavily manacled and marched on Evie's leash, naked, to the branding rack in the Metalworker's shop down the street.

His breath caught in his throat as he heard the door open, but then heard the voice of their next door neighbor - a tall, statuesque woman named Sandra. Powerfully built and dark-skinned, Sandra owned two slaves, one male and one female, and kept them under tight discipline. Evie had given her a key for emergencies, but why was she here now, Stephen thought. Not daring to move he prayed Sandra would leave - he had left the playroom door ajar, and anyone approaching the bed would be able to see his feet at the end of the bench. "Hello? Evie? Stephen? Anyone home? Hello?" She paused, and Stephen could tell she had entered the apartment, standing in the middle of the living area. "Hello? Evie? It's Sandra - I just need to borrow some sugar."

Stephen realized she was crossing the room towards the kitchen, away from the playroom, and as soon as he heard the kitchen door shut he quickly drew his legs up to his chest. Now he couldn't be seen, but only if Sandra left without investigating the rest of the apartment. The kitchen door opened again, and he heard Sandra's footsteps heading for the front door, but then she called out again, "Is anyone home? Evie? Are you in there?" Her voice was drawing closer, and Stephen knew she had spotted the open playroom door. His throat tightened and his heart pounded madly at the impending discovery, but all had gone quiet. Utterly quiet. Stephen strained to hear any indication that Sandra had left, but could hear nothing. Everything was quiet except for his heart hammering in his chest, and that's when a hand suddenly gripped his cock, squeezing it tightly. "Well - look what we have here. Hello, Stephen." Her voice came from directly above, and Stephen opened his eyes to see Sandra smiling wickedly down at him.

"Where's Evie at, Stephen?" Stammering and blushing, humiliated and mortified, Stephen found he couldn't look Sandra in the face as he spluttered out, "She's not here right now - she went out on a trip with the supply wagons and will be back later tonight. I was just .. experimenting with her new chair and ...." Stephen's voice trailed off as Sandra said nothing but continued smiling down at him. "Experimenting? How do you like it? Evie told me about it last week, and about its special modifications. Too curious for your own good, and you're caught." Stephen looked at her then, and what she said became clear. "Please let me out Sandra, please I swear I'll never do this ever again, just please let memmmffff" Stephen stared at her in disbelief over the hand that now clamped his mouth shut, and Sandra's smile was gone. "Silence slave. I don't want to see that tongue moving again."

She came around the throne then, and as Stephen stared in mute shock, she hiked her long skirt up in the back and positioned herself above him. "You'd better please me well." was all she said as she sat down on the seat, squarely covering his mouth with her pussy and plunging him into the warm musky darkness under her skirt. Her dark hand snaked between her legs to open her folds over his mouth, burying his nose against her clit. Suddenly his fantasy was real, with a woman riding his face, and Stephen found his cock was raging. "I said, please me slave!" Sandra commanded, "Or you'll get this." Stephen jumped suddenly in shock and pain as a stinging jolt hit his ass - an electrical one. "That's the lowest setting out of ten, slave. Do you want to feel the others?" Stephen tried to say no, but his face was held perfectly between her thighs and he could do little more than mumble, but she got the point. "Then get that tongue out and please me. Now."

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RE: The Throne. - 4/24/2012 7:55:26 PM

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Great story !

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RE: The Throne. - 5/19/2012 7:39:25 AM

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Well written piece. Intriguing concept. Do you continue this narrative or is it a one off? Want me to help you with some ideas? DW

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RE: The Throne. - 6/26/2012 7:11:29 AM

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More please!

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RE: The Throne. - 7/7/2012 9:54:58 PM

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Well done! Beautiful writing!

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RE: The Throne. - 7/7/2012 10:08:38 PM

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Thank you - I'm working on a follow-up.

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RE: The Throne. - 7/11/2012 2:13:33 AM

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Stephen moaned softly, waking up aroused and struggling in the moonlight with Evie's voice again softly whispering in his ear. He was still restrained as perfectly as before, and the evening sunset had faded long ago into a starry and moon-filled evening. Through the open bedroom window he could hear the sounds of the street market far below, hawkers and vendors selling their wares, people talking and laughing, the creak of a wagon going past, the noises of animals, both four and two-legged, that pulled those wagons, and the smells of foods, hot, spiced meat and vegetables threaded onto a stick, rich, creamy soups, and fried meats and rice as well as fruits and candies.

Sandra had left hours ago, after making sure he pleased her well - she had came several times, and had taught him much, correcting him with the aid of the stinging jolts to his ass. He had found out that the bench was wired with electrodes that delivered the shocks, and that the intensity could be dialed up or down in order to encourage a recalcitrant slave to better perform what was commanded of him. Before she left she found the collar and holding chain that Stephen had left on the bed, and he had heard her coil it at the foot of the bed - but she had came back in long enough to tell him that the key was no longer within reach, and that if he ended up chained to the foot of the bed after Evie returned he would no longer be able to get free without Evie's permission and assistance. She had also turned him slightly to the side and commanded him to relieve himself into a bucket, and had given him some water and covered him with a blanket. Sandra had smiled that wicked smile of hers at him and had then left, assuring him that she would return in the morning to see if Evie had returned.

Now Stephen was simply aroused, unable to caress his own cock, and tortured and teased by the things that Evie's recording told him lay in wait for him as her slave. He thrust upward as hard as he could with his hips, imagining he was thrusting his cock deep into Evie's pussy, but no matter how hard he tried he was unable to achieve orgasm. Finally, exhausted after repeated attempts, Stephen fell into a fitful sleep.

He was awakened by the slanting sunlight of a bright and cloudless morning spilling through the window into the playroom, and he realized with a start that Evie had not come home yet. His stomach rumbled, and he realized he had had very little to eat the last twenty-four hours. He could still taste Sandra's juices on his mouth and lips, and within ten minutes the recording was back to torment him. The front door opened and closed, and he waited to see who it was, but they moved into the playroom without a word, walking up to him and taking his cock in hand. "Evie?................... Sandra?"
The hand gripped him tightly, slowly stroking up and down until he gasped and moaned, moving his hips up to meet the strokes. Immediately the hand vanished. Sandra looked over the arm of the throne. "Good morning Stephen, Have a comfortable night?" "No..yes..not really." Stephen replied. Sandra grabbed his cock again, squeezing tightly and making him cry out in pain, pulling upwards until he lifted his hips up as far as he could bend in order to keep her from ripping it off. "Not Really, WHO??" Sandra growled, punctuating each word with a hard squeeze and digging in her nails. "Not really, Ma'am!!!", Stephen gasped out. "Please, Ma'am, please!!"

Abruptly the hand let go of him, and Stephen dropped his ass back onto the bench as Sandra stared into his face. "First things first. From now on you will be addressing all free women or men as Mistress and as Master, as Evie will be enslaving you when she returns. You will always drop to your knees when a free person enters the room, knees wide, head up, eyes down. You will show respect at all times, slave. Do you understand me?" Yes Mistress!" Stephen was trembling in both fear and arousal now, and in quite an emotional quandary over which one he felt keener. Sandra raked her nails over his chest, grabbing first his left nipple and then his right and squeezing hard, rolling the nipple between her thunb and forefinger until Stephen cried out in pain. She continued to tease him for quite some time, alternating pleasure with pain and warning him that he was not allowed to talk. At least an hour had went by, Stephen estimated, an hour of twisting and writhing under Sandra's skilled and experienced fingers when he heard the front door open.

Unsure of what he actually heard he tried to fall silent and listen, but Sandra gripped him just below the balls and squeezed hard, prompting Stephen to cry loudly out as she spanked his cock with the other hand, and then from the main room he heard Evie's voice. "Stephen? Is that you? Are you alright?" Her voice was full of concern, and Stephen could see how her face would look, brows furrowed in sudden concern, hoping he hadn't hurt himself somehow or had had a serious accident. "In here, Evie - it's Sandra." Stephen heard Evie's voice rise in pitch as she came towards the playroom door, and then leveling out as she stepped into the playroom. "Sandra? I thought I heard Stephen, are you al........ Oh." Her boots clicked on the floor as she approached, and now Stephen could really feel the humiliation of his predicament as he reddened in a wave of heat from his neck to his face. Her boots stepped in close, and there was a silence. Stephen realized he had closed his eyes, and then as the silence lengthened he opened them again to see Evie staring down at him, and her face was alight with wicked intent. "When did you find him like this Sandra?" "Yesterday afternoon - I came over to borrow some sugar, and saw him trapped in the chair when I peeked in." "Did you use him?" "Yes - I put his face and tongue to use yesterday, but all I've done to his cock was to tease it." "You didn't use his cock? You could have - he's just a slave."

Stephen gasped at that, feeling even more keenly his humiliation and the awareness of what was happening to him and how helpless he was to stop it. Sandra disappeared from his view for a moment, and he heard her rummaging through items on one side of the room before returning to look down into his face. She was much closer now, perhaps squatting down. "Look at me. You trapped yourself. Do you understand what is going to happen to you Stephen?" "Yes ..... Mistress." "What are you?" "Only your slave, Mistress." He gasped again, for a hand had returned to his cock and was stroking it faster now. "You're going to cum for me slave - and then do you know what I'm going to do?" Stephen felt his face flush again in humiliation as he remembered what Evie's recording had said. "You're putting me in a chastity belt. Mistress." Evie smiled and nodded. "Good slave. I see you were paying attention." The hand was joined by another, and Stephen could feel his arousal building and heading towards orgasm. A shadow fell across his face and he looked up just in time to see Evie lifting her long crinkled chiton to sit down on his face, and he knew Sandra's hands were gripping his cock. He immediately began to lick and kiss at Evie's tenderness, and she opened her legs to allow him full access. "You'd better please me well, slave."

Stephen began a slow, teasingly torturous licking, sucking Evie's outer lips into his mouth and then finding her clit, brushing it with his tongue and gently nibbling it until she moaned and he felt her pussy moisten. With that he began to lick deeper into her, parting her folds and gently tongue-fucking her as she closed her eyes and settled back into the throne, reaching down to grasp his hair in her hands and pull him in closer. He increased the tempo at that, alternately pushing deeper and faster into her with his tongue and teasing the clit with short stabs and deft circles. His Mistress began to moan, and the hands on his cock continued to drive him closer to his own orgasm, and he was smart enough to know that he mustn't orgasm without permission, but he was in no position to ask such permission - he had to make her cum first. He redoubled his efforts as she writhed and moved in the seat, drawing air in between her clenched teeth and holding his head tightly against her softness. Scant seconds later she bucked in the throne, gasping in pleasure and crying out as her orgasm rocked her. Stephen was able to gasp for air as she did so, releasing her hold on his head as she grabbed the arms of the throne for support.

Stephen knew he was bare seconds away from his own orgasm now and he pleaded, "Please Mistress! Permission to cum, Mistress!!!" Evie tilted her head forward to look at him and smiled. "Permission ..... denied." Immediately the hands released him, and Stephen's eyes opened wide in disbelief and shock, but he received a greater one seconds later as a cold washcloth was applied to his cock, and in spite of his own desperate need his erection disappeared. Evie rose from the throne, leaving his face covered in her cum, and he felt her sliding his flaccid member into the confines of the chastity belt, locking the front cage to the belt and then locking the belt behind his back. "Mistress please, please, please let me cum, please!!" Stephen was really begging now, desperate to orgasm, and his cock was trying once more to achieve an erection but it was prevented from doing so by the cage. He felt something cold being slipped around his neck, right up against the back of the throne, and he knew it was a slave collar. Evie closed it about his throat and he heard it lock shut.

Suddenly the bands around his wrists loosened, and Evie opened the throne. As he started to sit up the two women grabbed his arms and pulled him up off the bench and then straight down to the floor, Sandra kicking his legs out from under him so he went to his knees. She forced his arms behind his back and Evie locked them there in manacles. She then clipped a leash to his collar and stepped on it, using it as a lever to pull his head to the floor and down to her boot. "Kiss my boot, slave." Frantic, afraid, and completely humiliated, Stephen did so, kissing her boot all over, not even stopping as something else was attached to his genitals from behind. Sandra pulled his scrotum out and back, making him moan as she did so, and then he felt something below and above his sack, as though he were being stretched through some kind of tube. Whatever the item was, it was heavy, and he seemed to feel something brushing his thighs to each side. "Know what that is, slave?" "Stephen shook his head, not daring to speak. "That is a very painful device called a humbler. It will teach you your place. I do not suggest that you try to crawl very fast, or that you try to rise and stand. If you do either the humbler will rack your balls. It could even crush them altogether." She took up the leash and tugged him forward. Stephen carefully moved forward, trying to find the limits imposed by the humbler, and he was doing very well as they entered the main room, but then tried to gain to much ground and his backstretched thigh caused the humbler to painfully rack his balls backwards. He cried out in pain and scooted forward quickly as Evie turned towards the main door, pausing to let Sandra out, who had been trailing behind, watching Stephen's ass and enjoying the view.

"Thank you for taking care of him, Sandra, I was a little afraid he'd try something like this and there wouldn't be anyone around. As to our other arrangement, will the price we agreed upon be sufficient?" Sandra turned to look down at him, and stephen dropped his eyes. "Yes, that will be more than sufficient. Just bring him along in the mornings, and I'll see that he is well-trained for you. We'll cover the basics the first two weeks, and then I'll have you come in to allow him to respond directly to you while I direct him. Are you taking him to be branded?" "Yes, I think I'll take him now, Deborah should be just opening her store, and she brands well and cleanly. I'll take him like this - it'll be good for him to learn how to properly crawl at the feet of a woman."

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